Zeto checked her pistol's thermal clip and snapped it in making sure everything was okay. When the two went up to the Mako, she stopped at the door. "There is no where to land the ship safely in the area we are going to. How will we get down on the ground in this?" Garrus chuckled. "Easy, we are gonna be dropped." Zeto just stared at at the Turian, spared a glance to see if Shepard would call on his bullshit, then looked back at Garrus. "So you are saying we are getting into a tight metal space..." "Yep." "Hundreds of miles in the air." "We might hit a thousand if Joker is feeling adventurous." "And we are driving out of the bay door to drop. "Yes." "And survive with all bones unbroken." "That is pretty much the long and short of it." Zeto sighed and rolled her eyes. "Perfect, at least it would be an interesting way to die." Zeto had always a fear of death by falling. Heights never bothered her. It was falling and the ending splat that got her. But she got into the tank and went to the systems area. She was in charge for making sure everything ran smoothly. Though a medical officer, she was still a quarian. Second to none when it came to using technology.